Hm... it makes me think of:
A young girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen, splayed out on damp stone. Her skin is pale, and she is asleep, obviously. Her hair is a kind of dark chestnut and it is wild - it looks like she brushed it with a comb made of teeth. Ragged scarlet silk is all she wears, and for some reason, she is clutching a tiger-lily flower.

Wolf

[EDIT]
I did Sleeping Valor's, but now I'll do Blue Fairy's:
A small, graceful fairy, obviously. She wears a dress made of azure leaves sewn together and her hair tumbles down her back in flaxen curls.

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We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]

We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]